Autumn

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Autumn steals in like a quiet

cat, looking for a warm place

to settle. On the mountains

in the copses and through the forests, the trees rustle

amongst themselves, and blush

at her touch. Do the beetles know

of this? I do not know, they talk

to their gods in tongues.

ยฉ๏ธ2019 K Price

12 thoughts on “Autumn

  1. Mysterious and whimsical, like a quiet cat. So hard to imagine what I have not experienced – opposite seasons on the other side of the globe.

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